A Change of Feeling

Farewell and Reunion

Harry grinned broadly and fell into his godfather - no father, in his arms. "Thanks," he whispered into Sirius's wild curls. "This gives me such a safe feeling."

Sirius gleamed with pride when he heard Harry say that. "It's okay, pup. It feels a bit like it used to be; Your dad and I used the mirror to keep in touch while we were in separate detentions. Now you can use it if you are in trouble... Or if you just want to see that old father of yours. "

Harry barked a laugh. "Old father? You have your whole life in front of you, Siri. "

Sirius nudged Harry with his shoulder, gently guiding him in the direction of Rabastan. "You only have three minutes, pup."

Harry smiled gratefully and walked over to Rabastan, who was sulking.

"I thought you would never come to me," he said grumbling, pulling Harry close to him. "I thought it would be easier to let you go, but I find myself reluctant to the prospect of not having you lying in my bed."

Harry shivered at his possessive tone. He snuggled closer to Rabastan and looked up, searching for his lips.

Rabastan took hold of his warm lips with a growl. His lithe tongue quickly found Harry's, changing the kiss's character into a sizzling kiss. Harry gasped when a polite cough from Remus caught his ear. Dazed, he pulled away from the lips of his older lover and looked at Remus.

"We have to go, cub," Remus said calmly, but with a mischievous glow in his eyes. "Unfortunately, you will have to separate yourself from your partner's lips."

Harry let go of Rabastan with a sigh and stepped back. Rabastan, however, had other plans and cupped Harry's face with his two hands. "See you soon, little raven." He gave Harry a short, hard kiss and took his hand before pulling him towards the open Floo.

He then gave Harry another kiss on the palm of his hand, and then another kiss on his ring finger. He grinned devilishly and stepped back.

Harry looked down in confusion. On his finger was a platinum men's ring, with a large oval emerald stone in it, surrounded by round tsavorites. "Jade?" Harry asked as he rubbed the stone.

"Jadeite, to be precise. It was used in the Maya and Aztec cultures to make weapons and tools, but mainly daggers intended for rituals. They revered the stone for its healing qualities, it also calms pain. But that's a side issue, my dear Harry, I chose it for you because it suits you. It's bold, colorful, and strong; just as I see you. Besides, now there will be no one who would refute my claim," Rabastan said, his dark eyes glittering with desire.

"Thank you, Rabastan. I will cherish it."

Remus cleared his throat. "Harry."

Harry gave him another quick kiss and stepped into the Floo and grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. He looked at Rabastan one more time. "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Kings Cross."

Harry stumbled as he emerged from the Floo, and grabbed hold of a person on the other side just in time.

"Thanks," he muttered. "Traveling by Floo never agrees with me." He straightened up and faced his human support. Blue eyes, set in a pale face with a mop red hair, looked at him.

"It's okay, mate," said Ron uncomfortably, running his hands through his hair. "So, um, you came with the Floo. We came by Ministry cars, Dad had arranged it, he thought it was safer. Not that he told his boss that," Ron said with a snort.

"Um yes, that's right. Remus thought that this was faster and safer than any other means of transport. But you know how it is with me, I never know how to make a gallant landing."